Grandma Lin's illness had persisted for more than six years, originating from the time Lin Yu left home at the age of eighteen. Initially, reeling from the dual loss of her son, daughter-in-law, and the subsequent departure of her grandson, who squandered the family fortune and vanished for six years, the elderly lady, unable to bear such a heavy blow, fell gravely ill and remained bedridden, unable to recover.
However, she presently felt surprisingly comfortable, reminiscent of the warmth experienced during youthful travels to distant locales with her husband, indulging in hot springs—a feeling of overall warmth and indescribable comfort.
Simultaneously, it seemed as though there was a warm current continually coursing through her eyes, shifting back and forth. Vaguely, a sense of light began to flicker before her eyes, dispelling the previous darkness.
"Xiaoyu, what's happening to Grandma? It feels like I'm having hallucinations, waves of sensations, like drifting among the clouds. Even my eyes seem to be functioning better..." Grandma Lin softly murmured, inadvertently extending her arms, seemingly lighter than before.
"Grandma, please rest and refrain from speaking for a while. It's not advisable, given your prolonged illness and bedridden state, to have heightened emotional fluctuations. Take a nap. When you awaken, everything will improve," Lin Yu's tender and filial voice echoed from afar, as though coming from the heavens.
"Mmm, alright." Grandma Lin, in a daze, agreed slowly and eventually fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu, holding Grandma Lin's hands, witnessed a more intense surge of colorful lights emanating from both of them. Gradually, Grandma Lin seemed to levitate, weightless, as if the earth had lost its gravitational pull. However, Lin Yu's complexion started to pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, seemingly drained of energy.
This situation persisted for approximately ten minutes. Lin Yu's face grew even paler, drenched in sweat all over his body, resembling someone who had just been immersed in water.
"Go!" he whispered softly at last, a beam of white light suddenly emerged from between his eyebrows, swiftly darting into Grandma Lin's forehead and disappearing.
"Mmm..." Grandma Lin, already in a deep slumber, let out a faint hum. Her body trembled violently for a moment, and copious amounts of foul-smelling black liquid poured from her fingertips.
This substance was the materialization of the expelled chronic ailments from within her body.
Lin Yu released Grandma Lin's hand, retrieved a basin for foot washing from beneath the bed, and collected the black liquid.
After a considerable duration, when the last drop of black liquid had been drained, Lin Yu removed the basin, gradually retracted the colorful lights, and witnessed Grandma Lin's lights gradually fading as she gently descended onto the bed, drifting into a deep sleep.
In her dreams, her previously furrowed brow finally relaxed, showcasing a genuinely happy smile, as if she had dreamt of something joyful.
Lin Yu wiped the sweat from his face, revealing a satisfied smile. He knew this was due to the gradual improvement of her physical condition.
A healthy physical state could positively influence dreams, rendering them happier, uplifting one's emotions, departing from the former gloominess, particularly for elderly individuals like Grandma Lin, enduring a life of waiting for death.
After disposing of the basin's contents discreetly into the bathroom toilet and taking a moment to relax on the balcony, Lin Yu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. After a while, his complexion regained its rosy hue, devoid of any signs of perspiration, much like when he had entered the room earlier.
"If I had possessed this kind of elemental power and realm six years ago, perhaps my hospitalized parents wouldn't have perished. I might have pulled them back from the brink of death," Lin Yu sighed deeply, reminiscing about past events, caressing the jade bead worn over his chest, a mix of emotions overwhelming him.
His life journey, up to this point, had indeed been peculiar, almost dreamlike. Reflecting on it now, even he found it somewhat incredible.
From an early age, he had been exceptionally bright. During his parents' business ventures, with ample resources, they enrolled him in a bilingual kindergarten at the age of four, providing him with the finest education. He was indeed their pride; from the first day of school, whatever he attempted, his achievements surpassed his peers. Dubbed the "young prodigy of the gear factory," by the age of seven, he could speak three languages and read newspapers like an adult, often amusing his grandparents by reading to them. His pride was self-evident.
However, when he was seven, he ventured alone into a former air-raid shelter near the gear factory and unexpectedly discovered a crystal-clear and charming little bead. Out of fondness, he brought the bead home.
It was uncertain whether it was an encounter or a stroke of luck, but that moment marked the beginning of his extraordinary life.
That same night, he dreamed of himself floating in a vast sea, or rather, an extraordinary space filled with colorful streams of light converging into an ocean of brilliance. As soon as he entered, each beam of light freely and effortlessly "penetrated" his body, seemingly attempting to merge with him.
Concurrently, alongside these beams of light, mysterious and ancient information melded with his consciousness, enlightening him about numerous previously unknown things. Furthermore, this mysterious light could transform into his consciousness, continuously guiding him in his mind, much like an adult teaching a toddler to walk and talk.
Under the guidance of these lights, Lin Yu finally understood that the bead was called the Star of Fate. It was unclear where it came from or how long it had existed, originating from a distant and unknown era, created by a mysterious and powerful individual.
Contained within the bead was his lifelong martial arts method known as the Great Genesis Celestial Art.
It was said that this method originated from an even more distant epoch, an era where everyone was divine, capable of flight and eternal life. However, that era supposedly perished due to divine envy; whether it was true or not remains uncertain. Nevertheless, amidst the destruction of that era, this relatively intact martial arts method was passed down through generations.
The technique was truly extraordinary. Supposedly divided into nine levels, reaching the ninth level would grant true immortality and the realization of the dream of flight without wings. Whether it was true or not... was yet to be seen.